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Commentary by Brent Kellogg
September 2, 2009

How creepy is it that truck driver Mac Browning would be at the Ashby residence making breakfast for Miss Lily? Wasn't Lily quite capable of cooking her own meals within minutes of three hours worth of chemotherapy? What the hell was hubby Cane doing that he couldn't break an egg or two? Granted, Lily's eggs are on ice, but they weren't talking about those kind of eggs. True too, Mac is Cane's boss, but who has their boss over so early in the morning when the little woman might be puking her guts out? Oh, silly boy, it ain't the cancer Lily has making her sick.

She is suddenly sick of worrying about whether she can trust that fraud, Cane. You know, the one who committed a federal crime and got clean away with it. And did you ever wonder how the Ashby's are paying their rent and what should be astronomical medical bills? Let's see. He's a bartender, one of the lowest paying jobs known to man. She's a... what does Lily do for work? Right again; nothing! Nor has she ever finished college some five years later.

So if they don't have much of an income to speak of, is daddy Neil Winters picking up the tab? What about faux mommy Jill Abbott, or faux granny Katherine Chancellor? Please don't let there be Kevin and Jana Fisher throwing a fund raiser for Lily at some point. You can almost see the Let You Inner-Chipmunk Shine T-Shirts on sale at the Jitter Joint.

And would somebody please slap Mac the next time she equates being in Darfur with Lily's cancer affliction and says she knows that with Cane wiping Lily's ass she'll beat cancer? Then, after all the bullshit Lily piled on Mac, about how she can't trust Cane, she tells Cane that she can't make it through this cancer ordeal without him? Please! Someone stop this madness. Those reading the Editor's Desk think I'm crazy, I can't compare to the lunacy these nitwits ooze.

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